Sunny days, cloudy days,
Stormy nights of stifled light,
Gloomy sky, azure rays,
Summer bloom, wintery site.
That's the way it goes by.
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Times of flood over the fords,
Times of worth, times of naught;
Both makes one short of words.
Euphoria of Joy, melancholy of hurt.
It's all mixed up anon.
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Sometimes glad, sometimes sad,
There are so many ups and downs.
Life's a paradox, an enigmatic dyad.
Does man differs from pawns?
I don't really know.
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Time will tell, ring a bell,
Sing a song, flow along,
Love yourself, break the shell!
We can't tell tomorrow's song,
But may take a day at a time.
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Vittorio_topaz
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THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
